Chapter 9 — I married him, but I personally married Bach Nguyet Quang into the palace

Every single word. Like an invisible blade. Do not cut the flesh. Which is engraved directly into Co Lam Xuyen's heart. He stood silently in the middle of the yard. His face was pale. Lips trembled for a long time. You can only bow your head very low. Tears fell drop by drop onto the cold stone floor. Until now. He just understood. It turns out that in this world... There are apologies. Forever comes too late. After Co Lam Xuyen left, he seemed to be running away from Giang Tri Lang, running away from his nightly dreams... That thin back gradually disappeared down the long hallway, until completely disappearing from sight. Giang Tri Lang still sat in place. From beginning to end, her expression never changed. Only the cup of tea in front of me had already gone cold. A late autumn wind blew across the lake. A few yellow leaves slowly fell, gently creating ripples. She looked at the water for a long time. Pieces of dusty memories suddenly appeared in my head. Wedding night. The robe is dark red. The man's back left without looking back once. In an abandoned temple that was humiliated. In the secret room of torture, successive pregnancies were lost. The cries of despair seemed to tear at the heart. Today's picture again. Three headbutts. The two words "sorry". In the end, it all disappeared with the wind. Giang Tri Lang gently closed his eyes. Even she herself didn't know when there was no longer a trace of hatred in her heart. From the moment she decided not to live for the past anymore, the person who needed revenge was no longer Co Lam Xuyen. It's the heart that has never given up. Right at that moment. A dark blue cloak gently covered her shoulders. Bring familiar warmth. Giang Tri Lang opened his eyes. Tham Ngon Canh did not know when he had been standing behind. He did not look in the direction Co Lam Xuyen had just left. Didn't ask what the two of them said. Just carefully adjusting her collar, her voice was still as gentle as ever.

"It's cold."

Just three simple words. It made her heart tremble slightly. Giang Tri Lang raised her eyes to look at him.

"Don't you want to know?"

Tham Ngon Canh smiled. His eyes were as gentle as the early spring sunlight.

"The past..."

"I'm late."

He gently held her slightly cold hand. The voice was very quiet. But every word seemed to fall straight into the bottom of her heart.

"But the future..."

"Please let me."

There is no promise to love her forever. There are also no oaths. Just that one simple sentence. It made all the walls that Giang Tri Lang built over his two lifetimes quietly collapse. She looked at the man in front of her. Suddenly understood. There are people who spend their whole lives saying they will protect her. In the end, he personally pushed her into the abyss. There are also people who have never promised anything. Just stood quietly in the back. Wait until she really steps out of the darkness. Just say a gentle word.

"From now on..."

"You don't need to go alone anymore."

From that day on, Tham Ngon Canh often visited the Royal Palace. He has never gone beyond etiquette. Sometimes I just bring an ancient book I just found. Sometimes they bring a few small toys that children love. Many times, he just stood outside the yard and talked to Giang Tri Lang a few words and then quietly left. The Little Prince seemed to really like his uncle who was his father The intestines are always gentle. Whenever he saw Tham Ngon Canh enter the door, the baby's dark eyes lit up and his short legs wobbled running towards him. An afternoon in early summer. Sunlight penetrated through the canopy of trees, scattering bright streaks of light onto the yard. Giang Tri Lang sat under the porch looking at the books. Little Prince is holding on to a stone chair, practicing taking small steps. Tham Ngon Canh stood not far away, smiling and spreading his arms wide.

"Go slow."

The baby chuckled. It swayed step by step forward. Just a few more steps to get there. Suddenly her little foot stumbled on a pebble. The tiny body lost balance and leaned forward. Instinctively, the baby panicked and spread its small arms. The babbling lips let out a call that was not yet fully formed and clear. Almost at the same time. Tham Ngon Canh rushed over quickly. He knelt on one knee and promptly held the baby in his arms before it fell to the tile floor. Little Prince did not cry. On the contrary, he burst out laughing.